2019, March 4th
Caines, Terres Somnia (Zoey)
I was tossing and turning in my bed. Bart had finally retired to his own room for the night, leaving me alone to watch the clock count down.
In twenty minutes, James' deadline would be up. I went through my phone, which Bart had returned to me after much debate and warning, and groaned. The missed calls from Aaron were racking up. My inbox was full. My mom had called and left a few messages, too
.
How would I tell her what had happened?
But that was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight, I had bigger fish to fry. I texted my mom to let her know that I was okay and that I would call in the morning.
Fifteen minutes left. It would take at least ten to get to the place where I had met the duke, the prince, earlier that night.
It was bizarre. Less
